Punishment

The room was dimly lit, casting elongated shadows that danced upon the cold, concrete walls. The air was thick with anticipation, and she stood naked in the center of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming, and although she feared it, she also craved it.

Her dominant, a tall, imposing figure with a calculating gaze, entered the room. He was dressed in black, his eyes stern. He carried a cane, its length and slender diameter striking fear into the submissive’s heart.

‘You have been disobedient,’ he said, his voice low and menacing. ‘And disobedience must be punished.’

She lowered her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat. ‘Yes, Master,’ she whispered.

He moved closer, the cane slicing through the air with a whoosh that made the submissive tremble. He traced the tip of the cane along her spine, making her shiver with a mix of fear and longing.

‘You will count each strike,’ he said, his voice a low growl. ‘And you will thank me for each one.’

The first strike came down hard, landing on her bottom with a resounding crack. She gasped, her body tensing as the fiery pain spread through her skin.

‘One, thank you, Master,’ she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He delivered the second strike, this one a little lower. She yelped, her body jerking forward.

‘Two, thank you, Master,’ she said, her voice stronger this time.

The punishment continued, each strike more intense than the last. Her skin stung and warmed, the pain mixing with pleasure as she submitted to her dominant’s control. She lost track of time, each strike becoming a meditation, a moment of pure submission.

The cane fell for the tenth time, her body shaking with the intensity of the pain.

‘Ten, thank you, Master,’ she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her dominant dropped the cane, moving closer to her. He traced a finger along her stinging skin, making her gasp.

‘Good girl,’ he said, his voice softening. ‘You took your punishment well.’

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. ‘Thank you, Master,’ she said, her voice filled with gratitude and submission.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She rested her head against his chest, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. The pain was still there, but it was fading, replaced by a sense of submission and belonging. She was his, and she would do anything to please him.

© Seductive Poetry